The barrel of his gun is attached to my forehead as i lay down.
"Get up! " He says more roughly. Frightened, I do what he demands. I look down to my handy gun and knife who are out of reach.
"I don't think picking up a gun while you have one pointed at you is a smart idea." With that, I'm pushed against the wall. Both hands are on his gun.
"Please...don't do anything!" I say quietly. I've been in this position before in the beginning with a group i was in. He tried going farther and farther and I've done what I've done to get out For my safety. He chuckles. "I'm not a pig... What's your name?" He still points with the gun.
"I'll give you my name when you back off, and remove that gun from my head." I nervously look at the gun and to his ocean blue eyes. He looks at my confused eyes, tilting his head as he is in defeat then does what i say. "Rick, what the hell is goin on he-" My attention turns to another man, buff and tall,who strolls in with a cross bow over his shoulders.
"I found her sleeping in that bed." He points to where i was comfortable. If only i can go back to doing what I was doing.
"What's your name?" The cross bow man asks demandingly.
I look over to this Rick guy.
"I was getting to it until you interrupted me." I cross my arms over my chest. These men are more irritating than scary if that's what eyre going for.
"Don't get sarcastic. It don't run well in this world." He retorts.
I sigh. "It's Iris Scheer." I tap my foot as a nervous reaction. Im in a room with two strangers that are both dangerous men but are highly attractive.
They both look at eachother like they're reading each others minds. "So what? Are we going to play 20 questions until I get your names right? You got mine and i think that's plenty of information from me." I ask sarcastically.
The man who found me before chuckled until he becomes serious.
"I'm Rick Grimes. This here is Daryl Dixon." Rick Grimes. The man with those dreamy eyes continues to stare at me. I look down.
"And no. We actually didn't get any information from you. Where's your group?" I don't look up. I don't do well with groups.
"I'm alone. Been alone for three years." His eyes grow wider in shock.
"Damn. Three years?" Daryl asks.
"I mean, I've been in a few groups in the way beginning, but I've decided I do better on my own." Better on my own? No, I haven't. I've been struggling.
"How many walkers have you killed?" Rick decides to spark another interest in me.
"I don't know. I just kill as the days go on. Who keeps count any ways?" I shrug my shoulders.
He nods his head in satisfaction.
"How many people have you killed?" I tense up with that one which both men have taken notice.
"I-I uh.." I look down.
"Look at me." Rick says.
I inhale a deep breath.
"Five." Killing the living is not something to be proud of. I look down in disgust at myself until im told to look at him once more.
"Why?" Rick adds.
Another question that leads to my stiffness. The silence and the dead fill the air.
"It was either my life or theirs." Those are the only words that come out. There is no reason why i need to tell these people how or what happened that they deserved it in detail.
He nods his head. "Okay." He picks up my gun and knife. "Grab your stuff you're coming with us. And you won't be getting these until you prove yourself." He gestures with his hands.
I nod okay as we head to the front on the house. I grabbed my bag on the way and before i can head to the car i stop myself.
What am I doing? I can't continue with this. "Rick right?...I can't go with you.Every group i go into has only turned for the worse and really, it's better for me to just leave."
He stares at me noticing my sadness.
"You're coming with us whether you like it or not. We might need you."
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Officer Blue (Rick Grimes FF)
Fanfiction25 year old Iris, has not seen a human since the 3 years she's been alone. It is until then she discovers that it's better for herself. She has secrets that need to be hidden and that's what separates her from the rest of everyone else. She may...
